SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! Chapter 235: Another Brush with Death!

Bruce didn’t hesitate. He had already been gathering mana inwardly, drawing directly from his infinite reserve, compressing it silently and perfectly.

The mont their hands t, Bruce did it.

’Soul Shatter.’

The command was instantaneous. The attack bypassed flesh, bypassed mana, bypassed defenses ant for the physical world, slamming directly into the red soul.

Adoni’s expression changed instantly.

For the first ti, shock cracked through his composure.

’Impossible,’ he thought sharply. ’A soul skill?’

In that sa instant, Adoni released his aura and domain explosively, but nothing happened. His eyes widened slightly as realization struck him like a delayed blow.

Bruce already possessed immunity to Bane’s domain. And Bane’s aura.

Adoni’s soul was fully awakened. SSS-ranked. Unlike the Cthulhu soul Bruce had destroyed before, a severed, incomplete fragnt, this was a complete, whole existence.

Because of that, the resistance to Bruce’s Soul Shatter was imnse.

Bruce could feel it. Soul Shatter tore into Adoni’s soul, cracking layers and shredding spiritual structure, but it consud an absurd amount of mana to do so. Normally, such an attack would have been unsustainable.

But Bruce didn’t stop.

He possessed infinite mana.

What he lacked was ti.

Just a few seconds. That was all he needed.

Pain rippled through Adoni’s soul, sharp, unmistakable. Damage. Real damage. Not suppression. Not inconvenience.

Actual harm.

His eyes narrowed as the truth settled in.

’This is dangerous.’

And Bruce, Bruce did not let go.

But Adoni did not need him to. Smacking Bruce away would distract Adoni from what he really needed to focus on at that mont.

With sheer force of existence, Adoni drew inward, his soul compressing violently as if wrapped in invisible chains. Adhesion ford at the cracks Bruce had torn open, raw spiritual mass grinding against itself as he forcibly held his soul together. The resistance surged, acting directly against Bruce’s Soul Shatter, slowing it, grinding against it, pushing back.

"A re insect," Adoni said coldly, his voice layered with contempt so absolute it seed carved into his very soul, "dares to lay hands upon ?"

The next instant, he released his soul pressure.

The pressure slamd directly into Bruce’s soul, bypassing flesh, bypassing mana, bypassing everything physical. Bruce felt as if an imasurable weight had been dropped onto his very existence.

His consciousness trembled. His soul rang violently, like a bell struck by a god’s hand. Cracks spiderwebbed through his perception as suffocating dominance pressed down, attempting to crush his will flat.

Bruce’s breath hitched. His vision dimd. His knees threatened to buckle. It was a strange feeling.

It felt as though an ancient mountain was pressing against him from all sides, grinding relentlessly, demanding submission. His soul scread under the pressure, instincts urging him to retreat, to disengage, to survive. He could feel his own soul form cracks as if it was on the verge of shattering.

Bruce gritted his teeth.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he forced mana through his channels, ignoring the agony. His will burned white-hot as he clung to Soul Shatter, refusing to let the skill deactivate even as Adoni’s pressure intensified.

The pressure increased again. And again.

Each surge was heavier than the last, peeling away layers of resistance, testing the very core of Bruce’s resolve. It felt like drowning while being crushed, like standing beneath an ocean that wanted to erase him from existence.

Yet Bruce did not stop.

His teeth ground together as he continued channeling mana, his soul blazing defiantly as Soul Shatter tore deeper into Adoni’s essence.

Adoni’s expression twisted, irritation flashing through his composure.

How could a little insect like Bruce be so annoying. But this was just the beginning of his downfall as inside the body Bane’s soul had sensed the turbulence of Adoni’s soul.

Inside the body, the suppressed blue soul surged violently. Bane chose that exact mont to attack, his will crashing upward with everything he had left, slamming against Adoni’s control.

For the first ti, Adoni faltered.

"What," his eyes widened slightly as rage flared instantly. "Such insolence!"

Fury exploded through him as he stopped focusing his soul pressure solely on Bruce. Instead, he burst it outward in all directions, a violent spiritual detonation ant to annihilate resistance entirely, Bruce and Bane alike.

The pressure tore through the inner world, savage and indiscriminate.

The montary shift, the fraction of a second where Adoni’s focus split, was all Bruce needed.

He went all out.

Bruce roared internally as he poured mana without restraint into Soul Shatter, pushing it past its limits. At the sa ti, he activated Heal, directly on his own soul. Restoration surged through the fractures forming within him, knitting spiritual damage together even as it was inflicted.

Pain and renewal collided violently inside him.

Bruce endured both.

Adoni felt it imdiately.

The adhesion holding his soul together began to fail.

Cracks spread uncontrollably. The resistance he had forced into place started tearing apart under the relentless assault. His confidence shattered as realization struck him fully for the first ti.

"Impossible..." Adoni whispered, disbelief bleeding into his voice. His composure cracked, shock widening his eyes as control slipped through his grasp. "This should not be possible...!"

But it was. Bane surged upward, reclaiming ground inch by inch as Adoni’s soul fractured beyond repair.

With one final, devastating pulse of Soul Shatter, the red soul gave way.

Adoni’s soul shattered into a thousand pieces.

Fragnts scattered, dissolving mid-air, disintegrating like pixels stripped of aning and form.

And just like that, it was gone.

Bane took over the body, his suppressed soul surging back into control as the invader ceased to exist.

At that mont, Bruce finally let go.

A heavy breath tore out of his chest as he bent forward slightly, breathing in and out in deep, uneven pulls. Cold sweat rolled down his brow as he lifted a hand to wipe it away, only then realizing how badly his body was trembling. His clothes were soaked through, clinging to him uncomfortably, his heartbeat still hamring as if it refused to calm down.

That had been too close.